The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Moving her lips away, Ling Qingxuan finally knew what He Du was in.

Behind the white and flawless man, there appeared several dark-gray, mud-stained ghost hands.

Those ghost hands were grabbing He Du's limbs.

Ling Qingxuan's anger rose slightly, and she was about to pull out her spirit sword to cut them off.

[Host, you are a mortal body now, and neither the spirit sword nor the spirit energy has anything to do with these things, and it is very likely that you will accidentally injure the villain. 】

"Ling'er, close your eyes." Knowing that she saw it, He Du said aloud, "Don't cry."

Ling Qingxuan is so weak, she has seen anything more terrifying than this.

Seeing that she wanted to reach out and push those things away, He Du said to stop them, "Don't touch them."

"I'm also a little **** anyway, how can I not solve this trivial matter."

Ling Qingxuan said in a very disrespectful way: "Then you come with me."

He Du wanted to leave, but was stopped by these grievances.

If it weren't for the loopholes in his heart, he would not have been exploited by them.

On the one hand, He Du defended against them, and on the other hand, he had to protect Ling Qingxuan from being invaded by them.

"What god, the tone is so big, it can't even save a human life."

"Being a god, let's go back to the river and be a salted fish."

The resentful voices were still echoing in his ears, but He Du pretended to be relaxed and said to Ling Qingxuan: "Fortunately, I came out with you today."

These grievances were drawn out by the breath of his body.

As her bride, Ling Qingxuan naturally has his breath.

"You don't care about me, I'll catch up with you later." He Du's eyes were dark, and if Ling Qingxuan stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to protect him.

And most of the mortals are like this, and when they encounter danger, they will take their own personal safety first.

No matter how close the other person is.

With a pain in his face, He Du hissed and found that the little girl was pulling his face.

"Well... woman, you are presumptuous!"

"I'll wait for you." Ling Qingxuan sat beside him, not intending to leave.

He Du was slightly startled, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ling Qingxuan: "I'm afraid you will die."

The man chuckled softly, "God will not die, but will only be replaced."

"How to say?"

Layers of light-colored light sources radiated from He Du's body, separating the gray-black aura.

"Let me tell you a story."

...

era of war.

It was much worse then than it is now.

Natural disasters, famine and massacres.

Cannibalism is not uncommon.

At that time, legends of gods were more prevalent than they are now. People believed in the existence of gods, but they did not know where they were.

Finally, after the first person proposed, there was a second and third response.

Rather, they create their own gods.

Young children were selected, and they were kept in an ancestral hall for seven, seven and forty-nine days.

Children can only eat a finger-width of food every day. This is for adults to temper their will and hope that they can become people who are favored by God.

During this period, the children died of starvation and illness.

Every time the adults transported their bodies out, except for a few tears from their relatives, everyone else was indifferent.

Everyone knows what the consequences of dead children will be in those famine years.

After forty-nine days had passed, all the children had died.

The boy watched them get cleaned out, and before he thought about it, he became the third batch of children sent in.

As in the previous process, in the end, only the boy and another girl survived.

They were taken out and washed with luxurious water.

The adults bowed down to them and redressed them.

"May God bless and give us food, water, and let us live."

"God bless us, if it doesn't work out, we'll all die."

"..."

The two children enjoyed the treatment of God and were worshipped by everyone.

After seven days of prayer and worship, their legs were tied with stones and sent to the turbid river.

It was their only source of water, but it was horribly polluted.

The girl was pushed down first.

The water splashed everywhere, and the boy saw the eyes of the people around him. It was hope. After drowning a child, they were still a little happy.

"Become a god, become a god, become a **** and save us."

Listening to them, the boy wondered, is there really a god?

If he jumps off, will he become the **** who saves the world as they say?

Just thinking about it, the boy was also pushed down.

Hit the river, cold and painful.

And can't see, can't breathe air.

There was nothing left in his lungs, all the boy's thoughts stopped at that moment, and he sank to the bottom of the river.

The experiment failed, and the two children who survived from the ancestral hall did not become gods as adults expected.

People who have lost children are reluctant to do a third experiment.

People fought each other, some starved to death, some died of disease, and some committed suicide.

Their life journeys were all watched by the unjust souls in the river.

The boy saw their expressions change day by day and witnessed the moment of their death.

The boy whose soul was forever imprisoned in the river, one day, met a god.

He asked God, can he be God?

God said.

Only those who have faith and carry people's hopes can become gods.

...

Ling Qingxuan heard this, but saw that He Du didn't say anything.

"Later, did the boy become a god?"

In He Du's deep eyes, there was ridicule, "No."

It is full of people's malicious and selfish desires, how could it be possible for people to become gods.

He Du slowly got up from the ground, a light golden halo emanated from his body, and the ghost hand behind him was instantly struck and disappeared.

"The boy finally turned into a ghost and was killed by me."

Aya Qingxuan remembered what Aya mother said about the river god.

The river **** came here, but for a while, it seemed to be gone.

So what did the river **** do during that time?

He Du stretched out his hand towards Ling Qingxuan.

The man's fingers were white and slender, like exquisite works of art. He pulled Ling Qingxuan up and patted the dust on her body.

With clear eyes, he glanced back lazily and said, "Whether you are worthy of being a god, it's up to you to decide."

When the time of purification came, he waved and pinched the void.

There were screams in the air, and then the gray fog completely dissipated.

The man stood there like a white lotus in the mud.

Ling Qingxuan looked at him like this, and suddenly asked, "He Du, do you remember what happened before you became a god?"

He Du shook his head.

His eyes were serious, half-filled with autumn water, "After becoming a god, the memory of the past will be lost."

Ling Qingxuan: "All gods are like this?"

"Yes, all gods."

In the cold eyes of the little girl, thoughts rose.

Speaking of which, she didn't have any memories before she became the main god.

Feng Jue was picked up by her from the three thousand worlds, so where did she come from before she became the main god?